The model home
It looked just right
All was perfect
Just exquisite light

The place was clean
You could eat off the floor
From the front of the house
To the back door

I was hungry
No food in sight
Stomach was growling
No way a delight

In the kitchen
Middle of the table
A giant bowl of fruit
Next to coffee with no label

I picked up an apple
Felt a bit firm
There was no room
For a worm to squirm

I rubbed it on my shirt
Made it shiny and clean
I took a big bite
Then thought it was mean

The fruit was plastic
All just for show
Should placed a sign
For all to know